2 Speak the second time, "Be clean!" 3 Nothing less will I require, 4 O that I might now decrease! O that all I am might cease! Hymn 106. C. M. 1LORD believe a restorem ORD, I believe a rest remains A rest where pure enjoyinent reigns; 2 A rest where all our soul's desire Where fear, and sin, and grief expire, Cast out by perfect love. 3 O that I now the rest might know, Now, Saviour, now the power bestow, 4 Remove this hardness from my heart, This unbelief remove; To me the rest of faith impart, 5 I would be thine, thou know'st I would, 6 Thy name to me, thy nature grant! want, Nothing in earth or heaven. 7 Come, O my Saviour, come away, No longer from thy creature stay, 8 Come, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 1 Let all I am in thee be lost, Hymn 107. C. M. JOYFUL sound of gospel grace, I, even I shall see his face, I shall be holy here. 2 The glorious crown of righteousness, To me reach'd out, I view : Conqu❜ror through him I soon shall seize, 3 The promis'd land from Pisgah's top My hope is full (O glorious hope) 4 He visits now this house of clay; O wouldst thou, Lord, in this glad day, Into thy temple come! 5 With me I know, I feel thou art, Unless thou plantest in my heart 6 My earth thou water'st from on high; But make it all a pool : Spring up, O well, I ever cry, within my soul. Spring up 7 Come, O my God, thyself reveal! 8 Fulfil, fulfil my large desires, 1 Give, give me all my soul requires, Hymn 108. C. M. ESUS hath died that I might live, J Might live to God alone! In him eternal life receive, And be in spirit one. 2 Saviour, I thank thee for the grace, And wait with arms of faith t' embrace, 3 My soul breaks out in strong desire, My longing heart is all on fire, 4 Give me thyself, from every boast, 5 Thy gifts, alas! cannot suffice, Thy presence makes my paradise; Hymn 109. P. M. Those love hath gently led me on, E'en from my infant days; 2 If I have only known thy fear, 3 Short of thy love I would not stop, I would not, Lord, my soul deceive, 4 If now the witness were in me, And should I not with faith draw nigh, 5 Ah! never let thy servant rest, Unworthy of the crumbs that fall, 6 Whate'er obstructs thy pard'ning love, 1 Hymn 110. L. M. MT Phee, lo? now my soul I bow; Y hope, my all, my Saviour thou, I feel the bliss thy wounds impart, 2 Be thou my strength, be thou my way, |